Near the Aberdeen Pig Farm, a robbery was unfolding under the cover of night.
"I suggest you step down from the carriage quietly, sir and madam, and hand over everything of value."
"Otherwise, I can't guarantee you won't get hurt. After all, bullets don't have eyes."
"If I were you, I wouldn't even think about resisting."
Laramie, accompanied by Rich and more than twenty men, had completely surrounded the carriage. Sitting inside were the brother and sister from the Aberdeen Pig Farm.
This cannibalistic sibling duo, bound by a taboo relationship, was extremely well known in the game's storyline and had been jokingly nicknamed the "Sibling Bank" by players.
They had never planned to sell their pig farm. Making money was secondary to them—they enjoyed certain perverse indulgences far more.
But faced with threats from Mac and his people, they had no choice but to sell the farm. Taking all their belongings with them, they planned to start up again somewhere else.
After all, the money Davey offered were no small sum—more than enough for them to reopen elsewhere.
What they hadn't expected was to run straight into Laramie's gang on the road out. Seeing a wagon loaded with goods, Laramie naturally decided to help himself.
"Please, gentlemen, don't do this," the brother said, immediately raising his hands, his voice tinged with fear.
"This is everything we own. There's nothing valuable inside. If possible, I'm willing to pay a ransom—just please don't hurt us."
Their deeds may have been twisted, but when facing a western gang, the cannibal siblings were nothing more than small fry. They had no chance against over twenty armed men.
"Oh, sir, I think you misunderstood me," Laramie said coldly.
"I want all your money. That is your ransom."
"Now. Immediately. Get off the wagon. Or I won't mind putting a hole in your heads."
As he spoke, Laramie cocked his revolver.
With no other choice, the siblings hurried down from the carriage.
Laramie immediately ordered his men to search them. One of the men frisking the woman couldn't resist getting a little handsy, while her brother could only watch in silence, too afraid to protest.
"Alright, get lost."
After collecting several hundred U.S. dollars, Laramie was in an excellent mood. Finding nothing else of value in the wagon, he led his men away without hesitation.
"Oh, dear, we actually managed to hide that cashier's check."
"Of course. You know where I hid it—somewhere only we could see. I tucked it away the moment I saw those men coming."
The siblings breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, the Laramie Gang had no idea that the people they had just robbed were the original owners of the Aberdeen Pig Farm.
"See, Rich? I told you our luck wasn't bad," Laramie said as he rode alongside him.
"Rob a random wagon and we get several hundred bucks. That's unbelievable—I thought we'd be lucky to see a few dozen."
"And tonight, we might get even more. I'm really looking forward to it."
Rich replied, "Looks like I really was too tense. Maybe you're right, Laramie."
"Still, we should be careful. Send someone ahead to scout the place first."
In truth, Rich couldn't shake the unease in his heart. The words of that wandering shaman kept resurfacing in his mind.
"Fine. Being cautious isn't wrong," Laramie said indifferently.
"I'll listen to you, Rich."
He then sent two men ahead to check on the Aberdeen Pig Farm.
Clearly, they had no real scouting skills. They simply saw a few silhouettes under the lights inside the buildings and hurried back to report.
With more than twenty men at his back, Laramie boldly led the gang straight toward the pig farm.
But the moment they entered the grounds, dismounted, and prepared to head inside, gunfire suddenly erupted from all around.
From haystacks, tall grass, and beside the trees, large numbers of employees dressed in black rushed out, opening fire on them.
Several guns also appeared instantly at the windows of the buildings.
With no cover, in just two or three minutes, fewer than ten of the original twenty-plus men were still standing.
The employees' orders were to capture Laramie alive. The rest weren't so fortunate.
The instant the gunfire broke out, the shaman's words flashed through Rich's mind once more—then a bullet tore straight through his skull.
It was Mac, who had long been lying in wait. Rich, riding close beside Laramie, stood out far too much—clearly an important target.
"Hey, listen up," Mac called out.
"If you drop your guns and surrender, you might still walk away alive."
"Otherwise, every one of you is dying here today."
Mac's voice echoed across the farm. Already stunned by the ambush, the Laramie Gang didn't dare resist any further. Shadows closed in from all sides, completely surrounding them.
Watching the gang members comply—throwing down their weapons and moving aside—Mac stepped out into the light.
"It's you… Mac Callander!"
Laramie cried out in shock when he saw who it was.